Post Apocalyptic

I’ve been MIA because last week was bananas. The short story is I spent the first half of the week at Disney World (!!!111) and the second half of the week at my mom’s wedding (!1111!!1).

So yeah. Someone pass the coffee. And some crack? Just kidding, prescription pills will do.

I have a gift for you! And by “gift” I mean something that will haunt you forever. Because it’s not a trip to Disney without a ride on It’s A Small World, you know. So of course I documented it, and am here to share it, but this time in black and white.

If you think the full-color version of this ride is freaky, these black & white photos are post-apocalyptic. Just imagine, if you will, a world where we’re all running from zombies, and some of us are forced to take cover inside the It’s A Small World ride. The water is stagnant, and you never know if that noise you just heard, or those eyes you see peering at you are animatronic or the walking-dead.

God help us if the music is still playing.

It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears… and also a world burned to the ground from the rage beams shooting from this sun. Run, hula girls, run.

Except don’t. Please don’t.

It’s a world of hopes… like I hope you’re not shooting tranquilizer darts with that.

IT’S A WORLD OF FEARS.

That is the only lyric that needs to be sung. The entire ride should just be to the sound of a million tiny dolls and clowns that swoop down over the top of you (so don’t look up!) singing…

It’s a world of fears
It’s a world of fears
It’s a world of fears
IT’S A WORLD OF FEARS
Fear, fear, fear
Fear, fear, fear
Fear us all
Fear, fear, fear
We will kill you
Fear, fear, fearrrrrrr

There’s so much that we share…. like heads attached to bodies and what would happen if these were actually blades. Is this the Small World decapitation station?

And it’s time we’re aware…. that even the clock on this ride is terrifying.